Meet the Wee Braes

Meet the four ancient, but soft-hearted guardians of Lullabrae. Each holds a symbol of ancient Celtic magic - and each searches for the same thing we all do - a place to belong. 

The Quiet Backstory of the Wee Braes

Long before maps bothered with tiny islands and long before sailors trusted the stars, there was a small forgotten place in the North Atlantic. It wasn’t on any chart, for it drifted softly between the real world and the world of stories. This island was Lullabrae.

In those earliest days, Lullabrae was a wild, windswept place. The hills hummed with old Celtic melodies, and the sea wrapped its arms around the island like a protective cloak. But it was empty not lonely, exactly, just waiting.

Every night, the island listened.

It listened to:

The whispered prayers of fishermen crossing dark waters.

The lullabies sung in crofts and cottages.

The stories told by grandmothers beside coal fires.

The longing of all those who felt small or forgotten.

And slowly, from those whispers and wishes, something remarkable happened. The Wee Braes were born. 

They weren’t crafted from flesh or bone, but from yearnings, kindness, and the lingering traces of old, almost-lost magic. 

Each type emerged from a different part of the island.

Pebblebraes 

Formed from the sturdy stones on the shore creatures who long to hold things together, because they were shaped from the desire for stability. 

Mossbraes 

Sprung from the soft mosses deep in the Tanglewood tender-hearted beings born from whispers of comfort and gentleness. 

Cloudbraes 

Drifted down from the mist made from people’s unspoken emotions, the ones carried quietly in the heart. 

Thistlebraes 

Grew from the purple thistles on the Singing Braes sprightly, hopeful spirits of resilience, the kind that helps someone stand up again after being knocked down. 

Why They Long for Belonging

The Wee Braes themselves were made from other people’s longing. They carry echoes of: 

The person who wished they had a friend.

The child who felt invisible.

The widow who missed the warmth of companionship. 

The elder who felt the world moving too fast.

The wanderer who never quite fit in.

This gave them hearts as smoothed as the pebble, soft as moss, as fragile as mist, and as hopeful as thistle-bloom. 

The Wee Braes are made from the wish for authentic connection and belonging and so this is what they search for. But here’s the strange, beautiful truth: 

They have always belonged to Lullabrae. 

They simply haven’t realised it yet. 

And each adventure they tumble into… each mistake, each mishap... each gentle triumph brings them a little closer to discovering that home is not a place it is a feeling. 

The Wee Braes don’t teach lessons by being wise. They teach them by being small, slightly muddled, but full of heart. They grow the way we all grow - softly, slowly, through kindness and connection. 

Their stories are, at their heart, not for children at all. But for anyone who has ever felt a little out of place.

Which is, in truth, nearly everyone.